Unlimited Nights & Weekends

Blast beats Black hair Tight jeans All you wear Wrote you a poem You got your heart stolen Can’t afford to be your boyfriend I don’t have a job Don’t have any money It hurts so good to hate the state I never wanted to be an adult anyway Driving around this high school town Trying to find our place I’m heading home now I kiss your face Goodnight Oh, please don’t go Don’t hang up the phone